A little girl came into the room after a while, and when she saw Boy Doll she exclaimed, "Oh, I hope the boy doll is for me!"
"So do I," thought Boy Doll, "for I am sure you will talk to me."
And sure enough he was given to the little girl. "I am so glad you were for me," she told him, "for I do need a father for my doll family."
"Dear me," thought Boy Doll, "what a responsibility to be forced upon me so suddenly!" And not a word could he speak in reply to the little girl, because he was so surprised.
The little girl took him into a large room, which was the home of her doll family.
"This is your husband, Rosamond," she said to a large French doll, "and his name is Theodore. And this is your father," she told a group of small dolls; "he has come to live with you.
"I hope you will be a good father to them," she said to Theodore. But Boy Doll was so overcome that his tongue clung to the roof of his mouth and he was silent.
Theodore, as we may call him now, was placed in a large arm-chair, and the little girl left him with his family.
His grand-looking wife held her head very high and cast a look of disdain at poor Theodore, for she was not pleased to have a worsted doll for a husband, and the children, following the example of their mother, looked at their new father and giggled.
"Oh, why did I leave good Mother Munster?" thought Theodore. "She wanted a son and she would have loved me."